The Luckiest Mage Should Have A Harem

Warren smiled and turned toward the wall, their backs facing each other now. In his mind, he was going crazy. Was he really sleeping next to Reya?!

He calmed his thoughts, knowng that she could get a vague idea of what he was thinking. Well, it was already to late, his mind spiraling into ideas that made him wish he hadn't had a brain in the first place. He just needed to calm down, focus on sleeping, especially since tomorrow the Mage Trials technically began.

First he would need to survive the First Year Hunt, and then if he was even able to get past that he would have to deal with the Mage Trials.

Whatever that would be.

Then he froze, the sensation of a hand on his back making him do so. It had already been ten or so minutes, and Reya had gotten closer, her breath c.a.r.e.s.sing the back of Warren's neck.

He moved to open his mouth to speak, but Reya beat him to it, "I can't sleep with you panicking, so let me help you."

Her hand was flat against his back, luckily his shirt was stopping any real skin contact but her warmth was still enough to send shivers down his spine.

Reya smiled and inched closer. Although in her head, she was screaming like a maniac. She had a -Link- with him were she could hear his thoughts but not the other way around.

So he had to sleep or things might get, weirder.

She noticed his back muscles, the tone and strength resembling that of stone. He must of trained hard, but for what reason?

Reya pondered their memories together, Kill Joy being defeated by a Divine B ranked Mage coming back to her. He was an Empowered A rank, posing as an S Rank using his power.

But still, how was Warren so formidable, his rank was nothing to gawk at and his sword skills were actually the only real stand out. But other than that, what could possibly make him have such a presence?

Reya always felt it when she was with him, like his personality consumed everything. In the moments when he was fighting Kill Joy, she could feel anger coming from Kill Joy, and his thoughts made it even worse.

However, when she tried to read Warren, she could see that he was somewhat happy and unfazed. He was indeed a cra-

She stopped thinking, the slow snore from Warren making her realize he had already fallen asleep. She giggled at the thought he could actually go to sleep in the situation they were in.

Then, there was silence, and soon Reya was drifting too, and her conscious was begging her to stay awake. It was like a warning. Something was coming.

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Warren jerked upwards, his mind wavering as he looked around. He was in a classroom, the empty seats struck by the rays of the sun. There was the small scent of chalk as he yawned and leaned back.

"Someone seems relaxed."

Warren jumped and swirled around to see a familiar face. It was Marcus, his friend he had made in eighth grade.

"Let a man sleep, I was busy." Warren yawned even louder to annoy him.

Marcus was a skinny hispanic boy, his hair curly and his eyes a dark brown. He rolled his eyes, "How can you be tired, what were you even doing?"

Warren pondered the question, and for a second he would have admitted he was playing Texas Holdem with forty year old drug lords. But instead he shrugged,

"I was busy watching movies with my dad."

Marcus c.o.c.ked his head, "That's the gayest thing I have ever heard, I know damn well you aren't the movie type."

Marcus walked over and put an arm around Warren's shoulders, "I can see it in your eyes, you were gambling again weren't you?"

Warren grinned, "Maybe I was, so what."

Marcus let go and exaggerated a reaction, he even mocked the voice of a mother, "You know that is bad for you sweetie, you could get hurt."

They both laughed aloud. It was early in the morning, and they had both come to school in advance for a reason.

Warren's laugh died out and he reached in his pocket, revealing a roll of twenties,

"Here you go by the way, this month's cut."

Marcus' eyes lit up as he took the money without a second thought, "My man, you know how to make someone smile."

They shook hands, and after Marcus counted the money, he waved, "Well I have to go to class, see ya."

Warren smiled as he left, his heart sinking as his "friend" disappeared. He knew Marcus was just using him for the money, and that it was all an act.

It all happened at a small party, a few people got drunk and Warren saw it as an opportunity. He swindled anyone under the influence into a couple hundred bucks, and as he was leaving with an accomplished look, Marcus stopped him.

He had seen what Warren had done, and since his dad was the principle of the school, he had struck a deal.

Warren split it with him and they went there separate ways. That was that, but somehow Marcus had followed him to one of his "sessions". It was Marcov's place, the night Warren won huge.

He walked out with cash and everything, and to his dismay, Marcus had witnessed it. Now to keep his mouth shut, Warren gave him a small percentage of his earnings.

It was almost less than ten percent, but even so, each time Warren felt defeated, the money could of gone into paying back his debt back faster. Each time Warren felt a piece of him leave every time he handed it over.

He sighed heavily and got up, deciding that school was not important today. He needed to get more money.

Warren smiled, "Time to do what I do best."

He stretched and his eyes changed, the pure blue eyes of the regular kid turned stale. He was ready to do whatever he needed to.

"Warren?"

The voice rang out, an odd reverb bouncing the question around the room. He ignored it however, as if the words never reached his ears. He did not even acknowledge it, as if what had been said never existed.

Without a second to spare he exited the classroom, leaving someone behind.

Reya blinked wildly, the setting completely alien to her. She panicked as she called his name again, only for no answer to come her way. She quickly ran to were he was, scared of what might happen.

The hallway was even more odd, the tiles beneath her feet almost ceramic like and the square lights glowing with an ominous hue. She could not make out what the place felt like, but other than that everything seemed neater but oddly dirty at the same time.

She rushed to Warren's side, the boy's eyes stone cold as he made his way to a flight of stairs.

Reya put her hand up to cover his face, but nothing happened, he did not even flinch. She stepped in front of him, and to no surprise, Warren walked right through her.

She gasped and covered her body in embarrassment. She could not reach him, and from what she could tell, her Spell was doing this.

She was reliving his memories with him, as if she was a spectator. She bit her lip, surveying the environment once again. It was similar to the place she saw in his head a few times. But....

It felt lifeless this time around. The rolling hills of green, and the surreal feeling of greatness was now overshadowed by depression and darkness. The world around them had almost no color, except Warren's eyes, which seemed to show a hint of life.

She followed closely, knowing there was no way for her to wake up. She would have to witness everything.

Warren grabbed his bike from the rack, the yellow cycle finding a familiar place underneath him. Reya gawked at the object, the bizarre act making her find his position quite funny.

However, when he took off she quickly retracted her silly thoughts and sprinted after him. He did not hesitate, moving faster than Reya. He was quick, passing the schools gate in seconds. A few students glanced back at him, but pegged the sight as someone who forgot their bag.

Warren peddled faster, and Reya remembered something as she saw him disappear into the distance. She still had a link with him, and could feel his presence. She stopped running and took the moment to take in her surroundings. It was the stone pillars with glass she had seen before, they were in the distance. The structures climbed toward the sky, even the clouds threatening to be beaten.

She was amazed at the sight, the modern architecture making her stare at everything. From the odd rocks of the asphalt to the weird feeling of the sidewalk. It was all so much to take in.

She smiled, the idea of this place crazy to here. Then she heard it, the light hum of a dragon's roar. The clank of metal mixed in with explosive power made her leap to the side.

She glared around to what had made such a sound. To her surprise, a mustang came roaring past her, the speed of the car making Reya back up in fear.

She glared at the metal monster has it sped away. Her heart was beating fast, and she looked toward a few students just beside her. She was confused, their faces not filled with fear but annoyance.

"F.u.c.k.i.n.g asshole, that shit is so annoying to hear in the morning." One of them said.

"That was such a dope ride." Another said as a yawn accompanied him.

Reya put a hand over her heart and calmed herself. She needed to get out of here, whatever this place was, she did not belong here.

Without a second to spare she took off toward Warren.

On the other hand, Warren found himself standing in front of a broken down warehouse, the roof almost caving in and the fence all but gone. The weeds and grass sn.a.k.e.d out, and Warren hurried toward the buidling.

As he opened a door, cold steel was pressed against his forehead.

"Is that a way to greet a friend."

The pistol was pulled away, "Oh shit Gambit?! What the hell are you doing here?"

Warren smiled, "Let's talk inside."

The voice belonged to a large black chubby man, gold chains strung around his neck and really expensive clothes around his body.

Warren stepped in, a few other thug looking men glaring up at him. Warren stared back, his eyes retaliating.

He was not afraid.

"So Big P," Warren turned toward the black man beside him, "Where is my money?"

"Woah woah woah!!" A few of the shady men shot up, hands at the hip. If Warren wasn't careful, he would soon be pumped full of lead.

Warren put his hands up, "I'm here for business, that's all."

Big Papi waved off his underlings, "So you walk into my location and ask for money, who the f.u.c.k you think you is?"

Warren smiled, "Someone who beat you multiple times at your own game, I'm just here to get my check."

Big Papi clicked his tongue, "You might be a young but damn you got guts, if I didn't know the people who backed you."

He motioned toward his pistol, "You would be dead at my feet."

Warren scoffed, "Yeah, and so would half of the block if that happened. I just want my money, I'm outta your hair after that."

One of Big P's goons spoke up, "Who the f.u.c.k is this kid, kill his a.s.s Papi."

Big P shook his head, "Nah, this guy's got Prong on his side."

The goon shut up, knowing full and well that name was not used lightly. Big P reached in his pocket, revealing a wad of cash, "Here, take it."

Warren whistled, "So you expected me to come?"

Big Papi nodded, "Who wouldn't."

Warren smiled and pocketed the money, "Thanks Big P."

He grimaced, "You ain't gonna count it?"

Warren shook his head, "Nope, if its not all there we know what will happen."

The kid winked and moved toward the door.

Big Papi started laughing, "Yeah now go give some of that to your school buddy."

Warren froze, his eyes widening at the mention of Marcus, "What did you just say?"

Big P put his hands up, "I can't touch you, that's a fact around these parts," he smiled a golden grill of teeth, "But anyone around you I can."

Warren shuddered and grabbed Big P by his collar, "What the f.u.c.k! Do you want to die fatass?!"

He smirked, "Do you want your friend too?"

Warren let go and grabbed his phone, bursting out of the warehouse in a fret. He dialed Marcus' number, the call going through immediately.

"Yo Gambit, Nice seeing you got yo money."

Warren growled, "Tell me now."

The voice was quiet, and soon laughter rang out, "Listen kid, you are like twelve of some shit, how bout you keep yo mouth shut before I cap... um what was yo name again?"

Marcus' raspy voice spoke, "Warren."

Warren gritted his teeth.

"Yeah your buddy Warren here is fixing to get it."

Warren kept his head straight, jumping on his bike and peddling toward the school. Marcus was just there, he could not of gone far. And if he was using Warren's name instead of his own, he was scared.

But why was he?

There was no merit in hiding his name, shit they both knew what kind of relationship they had.

"Well anyways, that money you just got, bring it to the alley around the gym, give us it and you can go with your friend here."

Warren peddled even faster, the thought making him fill with rage. What was he thinking, of course a kid like him would get played. He might of been lucky, but luck could only go so far.

Now, he had roped an innocent person into his endeavors. He felt a drop of water, the soon clouded sky starting to pour rain.

Warren hung up and pocketed his phone, his lungs working overtime as he made his way down hill. On the decent, he saw Reya.

For a second he was caught of guard by her beauty, and then, she was gone. He wiped the image away and moved his legs with all his will.

Reya blinked, the look she saw in Warren's eyes something she had never seen.

Hopelessness.

She was in a dead sprint after him, a feeling in her gut saying what was about to happen was not good. It was clear this was indeed a memory, but not a good one.

She wanted it to end, this world, this place; whatever it was she wanted to leave now. Reya could not b.a.r.e to see Warren like that.

She was now caught in his emotions too, and now the rain was weighing her down. Even if it passed through her, she began to run faster.

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Warren skidded to a halt and threw his bike against a fence, he did not even look to see if it was okay. Instead, he focused on the back side of the gymnasium. He had just peddled a few miles or so, his heart barley able to keep up with his adrenaline.

"Oh shit the man the myth the-"

Warren yelled with fury and ran forward. There were three men, each having tattoos across their face. The guy in front had a gun, the metal barrel inches from Marcus' head.

"Oh you are feisty one but-"

Warren threw a punch, the weakened attack connecting with the thug's chin. The thug smirked, not moving an inch.

"Jeez you okay, You actually scared me." He pushed Warren to the floor, "Hey boys."

The two men behind him nodded and moved forward. Soon, a volley of kicks and jabs came hurtling toward the defenseless kid.

"Just know you hit first, this could of all be over quick but you just had to play hero."

Warren coughed hard as a hard kick hit him square in the c.h.e.s.t. He heaved and groveled in pain.

He took a look toward Marcus, hoping that they had yet to hurt him.

His world shattered.

Marcus was up, laughing as he saw Warren get beaten to a pulp. More attacks made him wane, his vision blurry.

Finally, it had stopped, and Warren was now paralyzed from pain and shock.

Marcus whistled, "Damn you just can't catch a break. Anyways thanks for the cash."

One of them dug through his pockets, taking all of it into his arms.

Reya stood in fright, witnessing all of it. She yelled at them to stop, but again, all she could do was watch as they mocked Warren and sorted his things.

Warren was on the ground, his eyes resembling that of a dead body, grey and hallow. But, it was there, the thing that sent chills down Reya's back.

He was...

Smiling, as if the entire thing was a mere joke. Warren pulled himself up, his eyes turning blue once again.

"No problem Marcus."

Three gunshots rang out through the alley. The three men dropping to the ground in pain. Warren combed his hair back and gripped the glock in his hand even harder.

"You really did exactly what I thought you would."

Marcus' eyes widened in fear, "You just killed-"

Warren moved the gun forward, Marcus closing his mouth and flinching in fear. He sighed,

"I didn't kill anyone, I just hit them were it hurt, just like they did to me. An eye for an eye."

Warren walked forward, "Now, give me the money and get the f.u.c.k out of my sight."

Marcus did as he said, dropping the cash in a puddle of rain water. The boy took off, the fear and reality more than he could handle.

Warren grabbed the bills, the rain making it soggy and wrinkly. He giggled to himself and put it away.

"You guys are lucky I have morals, I already called an ambulance in advance." He waved, "See ya around."

Then he heard it.

"Morals?"

Warren swirled around, pistol at the ready.

Kill Joy smirked, "Hey there old pal."

He unsheathed his katana, the familiar sound making Warren shudder. Reya raced forward and tried to grab him, but just as before she fazed through him.

"Warren wake up!" She screamed as Kill Joy took a step forward. In reality, Reya could feel the crazy amount of sweat since she had come to realize her hand was still on his back.

He was shaking also, his breathe heavy as Kill Joy inched closer.

Warren laughed and pulled the trigger.

*CLINK*

He was empty. But how, there should still be more? He glared down as the gun, the metal eroding and rusting.

He dropped it, the sight making him evade backwards. Kill Joy sprang forward and swung his blade.

Warren winked, "Gotcha."

He put his hand out, "Divine Judgement!"

The black katana sunk into his side, a spray of blood covering the wall beside him. Warren fell in pain, his eyes wide as his Spell never activated.

"Wha- how?"

Reya freaked out, standing in front of Kill Joy in hopes of ending it. She was ignored as the mercenary bent down to be on eye level,

"An eye for an eye Warren old pal, I'll kill you just like you did me, and then were even."

Warren shook his head, "I didn't kill you, I was defending my friends."

Kill Joy scoffed, "Really? Friends, is this some sappy shit," he leaned forward, "Nah, you killed me because you wanted to."

Warren's face went dark, "I didn't kill you. I didn't kill you, I DIDN'T KILL YOU, I DIDN'T KILLL YOUU!"

Kill Joy grabbed his face.

Warren stared into his eyes, " I didn't...." he trailed off in defeat.

Reya smiled, "You didn't kill him."

Kill Joy was no more, the face of a beautiful young girl was now in his place. Her purples eyes sparked with remorse as she smiled.

Warren found himself crying, and the sight of Reya made his heart flutter.

He was completely confused, and as he came to his sense, he noticed the alley way was now her room, and in reality she was actually grabbing his cheeks. He had woken up.

Warren touched his face, real tears streaming down his fingers. It was a nightmare. A nightmare spun around his memories.

He nodded, "Thank you Reya, sorry if I woke you u-"

She moved in and smashed her lips against his, her embrace making Warren jump. She continued, pressing her lips against his with emotion, and soon, Warren was reacting too.

They pulled away to catch their breath, but without a second to spare they began to kiss again with their eyes shut. She pressed her c.h.e.s.t over his, pushing him against the bed.

In their heads, they both asked themselves the same thing,

'Why?'

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'Why can't I stop?'

Warren grabbed her sides and moved her on top of him, their mouths still intertwined as she mounted him. She slightly m.o.a.n.e.d, making Warren open his eyes in seduction.

That's when he saw it, the faint glow of red. It was weak, but after a few seconds it began to grow in power.

He pulled away, and Reya opened her eyes too.

They both brought their hand up, the seal that had been on the back of their hand was now glowing. It was the Seal Warren had gotten when he met the female knight Sara.

They exchanged looks, knowing full and well what was going to happen. And as they did, a loud warping sound came from their Seals.

In an almost robotic female esc voice, someone spoke,

"Teleport."